"Pardon, oh, pardon, did it hurt?" removing a long, spiky hair pin, with much apparent solicitude.
"A—a little; yes. As I was saying, this ridiculous girl was sent to school and no expense spared to make a lady of her."
"Indeed!"
"Yes; and then she rewards my brother for all his kindness by running away."
"Merci, mademoiselle!" suddenly recalling her French.
"And then she died among strangers, just as provokingly as she had lived. She must even run away to die, to make it seem as if her home was not a happy one."
"What a very wicked young person; how you must have been annoyed."
"We were all deeply grieved."
"And I don't suppose that dead young woman was even grateful for that."
"Oh, there was no gratitude in her."